And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2088 | 2015-06-25 12:50:45 | 80.36 | 97% |
| 1473 | 2015-03-28 16:12:59 | 62.43 | 95% |
| 665 | 2015-03-10 12:52:35 | 34.83 | 85% |
| 632 | 2015-03-10 07:03:19 | 47.71 | 95% |
| 377 | 2015-03-06 17:49:01 | 37.49 | 95% |
| 201 | 2015-03-05 13:53:27 | 32.39 | 86% |